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Sand Drop ch1 - Alcohol"Holy Sobek's fucking scaly balls! Damn bastards!"Sand Drop ch1 - Alcohol by ~Onimous-inukisan
Old Râmose yelled so loudly that he had surely woken even the dead man lying in his natron bath in the furthest room of the temple. I glanced at Loolan, who was my partner in crime and also my best friend, and gestured her to follow me. We had taken too much time, and the High Priest Râmose had realized we had come for a morning visit to his personal stock. Soon we could see him at the end of the corridor, his crackling sceptre in his hands, ready to charge like a vindictive demon.
"Ye want to help yourselves as you please? Come and I'll teach you 'bout that! I'll kick your asses and drown you in the Delta! Come back you shaysal amirana!"
We ignored these threats, too common for us to take notice of them, as it was not the first time we had done this to him, and it certainly was not the last. We were not punished more than necessary, and it was worth it: Loolan and I had pinched two amphorae of precious, Greek wine,
Sand drop - Prologue« Death is just a stage of life. Trying to postpone it is pointless, for it opens the way to a completely different adventure we cannot refuse. So we should enjoy the pleasures this world can offer, and greet death like we would an old friend when it comes for us. No tears for those who leave, because they go to a world we cannot even dream of. And no regrets nor fear when we undertake the dangerous journey ourselves, because the gods' justice is fair and in the end they will see who is deserving and who is not."Sand drop - Prologue by ~Onimous-inukisan
That I was convinced of for years. I believed that accepting death as it was would prevent me from fearing it. That I could deal with it without feeling anything else than duty, for I was of those that follow it, preparing the corpses – and souls – of dead people for The Last Journey. I was persuaded I would only be disappointed when one of my friends would die, for they would leave for the Afterlife where they would enjoy eternity before I could, and so they